TRICK OF LIGHT

I’m waiting for her shadow

to finally leave my wall.

Hers is the darkest wraith

and it seems to want

to darken my whole world.

Ever run ’round

and ’round in circles?

You have, but never realized.

All of your fake

make-up foundations

fall apart in morning’s light.

She who blocks my sun.

Oh, she dares too much!

I would take her throat,

but I’m afraid

a kiss would be my harshest touch.

So I’ll sing to her,

in the dark,

beneath her shadow

and whisper her to sleep

in morning’s light.

Waiting for the

reception of emotion,

to join her as another

trick of light.

DJR